All Chapters of Behind Closed Doors: Nine Forbidden Nights: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DexI knew she would be mine from the moment I laid eyes on her, but it’s a completely different experience to have her standing in front of our table. Coming over to me with this deliciously demure but feisty attitude. We didn ’t break eye contact with each other once. Not once during that whole bidding war, I realize, moving to take her hand, and leave with her as fast as I can.Though I can’t verbalize what makes that so fucking hot, it does.Maybe it’s because I know it means she wants me. Maybe it’s because Iknow women don’t give you that kind of eye contact unless they mean what they say, but either way, the moment my hand intertwines with hers, mymind is alive with so many thoughts of what exactly I’ll do to her, with her, and for her.How exactly I’m going to break and expand the definition of ‘dowhatever you want ’ when it comes to owning her for a night. And I’malready in love with the possibilities. Lots of toys, for sure. Toys forinsertion. Toys for teasing. Ones for

DexShe ’s something else, I think, watching and hearing howenthusiastically Wren responds to the nipple clamps. To my soft and gentletugging on the chain between them. Most girls usually whine and cry a lotmore. Tell me how uncomfortable it is for them. But not Wren. I tug on thechain more and enjoy each of Wren’s responses. I gobble them up like truffles, savoring each creamy a little moan.No matter the pattern or rhythm I use on her engorged nipples, shegives me back excitement. Surprise. Pleasure. So, I reward her with thepresent. With the use of another one of my toys I let her see before Iblindfolded her. My tickle slapper — something I will use on her like a riding crop or whip — except it’s fuzzy and soft at the top and has little strings and fur for the “whips” not leather.I begin using it on her without warning, which is the fun of blindfolds. They allow me to surprise her, since she’s hanging on my every action,anyway. The moment I put the tickle slapper on her t

DexDecember 25— Christmas Day.Fresh mountain air rushing past my face is the only thing that cools my memories of last night. Of Wren swinging helplessly and lusciously sex swing, surrendering to my every whim. My every motion and desire. More than that, the feeling of her hunger — her equal willingness to submit— that’s what excites me, even now. Even as I’m skiing down a difficult run with my brother.Callum’s here as well, but he lingers on the side of us. Closer to the woods, the wild side of the slopes. The way he moves, it’s like he’s amember of my wolf pack, working to corner Reid when he refuses to answerus.With a simple gesture from me, Reid’s escape route is cut off byCallum. “That’s our money that went into your good night, man.” Exactly as I’d silently hoped, the way he’s positioned himself means that Reid can’t just get away. Sneak past, like he’s done for the last hour and a half. “You’re,like, obligated to tell us how it went. What happened.”My brother just act

WrenFor the rest of the afternoon after Dex and I part ways, I’m floating. Out of body, but it’s a warm fuzzy feeling, not disconnected., I think of Dex. Feel him near me. Smell his cologne and his musk filling me. Surroundingme. And all I can think about is how much I want to be with him again. AndAt the hot tub, whenever that will be. I’ve already decided which swimsuit I’ll wear. A silver two-piece bikini, with a ruffled skirt. It’ll not only give him a good look at everything in the hot water, but it’ll also give him easy, unfettered access. Without ever really having to undress meI’m occupied by these thoughts until Petra and I meet up justoutside the lodge. I’ve just left the boutique after losing myself in fantasies and clothing I don’t buy, but like touching.I can tell just by looking at she and Reid got up to more than skiing on the mountain. Just like I got up to more than trying on clothes in the dressing room. But the thing that makes me happier than knowing she got

WrenWhen I pull into my long, circular, fountain-decorated driveway, and park my car just outside the front door, I see Dad is home. He’s waiting for me right at the doorstep. He looks tired. About as exhausted as I feel, though I doubt it has anything to do with emotions or broken hearts. Probably just too many hours in front of the computer.I get out of my car, not making any plans to unpack. There will be plenty of time for that. Maybe when the semester starts again, and I’ve had time to forget how bad I’m feeling now. How lonely and stupid I feel.Didn’t think it was possible when I left, but I feel more alone and foolish than I did before this whole trip.Dad is right there as I climb the regal mansion steps, and step into the foyer. I know he can see the sadness on my face. The depression, andIdon’t hide it. To try to be cheery for him.“Hi, Daddy,” I say, walking past him and into a sitting room. It’s filled with some hunting trophies, more than a few pictures of me, and som